you gotta give a minute listen up
cant be missing what im trynna show you
its not the way that i wish it was
but you can't change what they will or won't do

they told me wrong place thats the music from the ghetto,
they told me wrong time thats the sound of the retro
maybe all of you need to chill and just let go
i thought hip hop was the music of the rebel

Fresh breeze from the west means
The winters fading and it's time to plant your best seeds
Time to grow not to rest see
And make your move like a chess piece
Ive got game like the Espys, the recipe
For some change in the next week
So live it up like your next scene could be your last
Or zip it up like some guess jeans heed the past
The stories that you listen to are more than just a fiction dude
horrors in the institute will force you to be in a noose
soon as you have run your use, then they will be moving on
leaving you without a clue, guessing if your musics wrong
but nothings wrong with you just the system that you live in
pressure all around you yeah they're wishing you would give in
but i don't even notice i don't listen when you spitting
i just keep on going on a mission with writtens

i'm a poet known for stoic faces
always racing always running man i'm going places
on the mic never known for basics
got that complicated flow man i'm so insane with
every rhythm that i give em, every rhyme that i try
if you listen when i'm spitting, then your mind is as fly
its a given i've got vision, keep my eyes to the sky
but i'm living with my mission steady biding my time
till the day that i can blow up, like breathing at the ceiling
when you all become my fans, when i reach you i can feel it
success is like a cold breeze, i feel a little hot though
so i'm blowing out the pot smoke and grinding till i'm not broke
painting all these verses man i'm fresher than the top coat
from my montana spray can and I wont ever swap flows
or stop so keep moving, all my methods proven
like clifford smith i'm quick to get the the green and then keep cruising